“Hands behind your back.”
She clasps them, shaking. I bind her wrists with the belt, pulling it tight, leather biting into her skin.
“You’re going to learn exactly what it means to belong to me,” I rasp, stepping around her, circling like the predator I am. “No more games. No more pretending. Just obedience.”
I grab her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Nod if you understand.”
She nods, breath shallow.
“Good girl.”
I push her back onto the mattress, straddling her bound arms, and slide the tie from my discarded jacket. With a swift tug, I blindfold her, cutting the world away. Her breath hitches, chest rising higher, panic and need twisting together.
“Now,” I murmur against her ear, letting my teeth graze her skin. “You’re mine to play with.”
I trail my fingers down her body slowly, teasing, stopping at her breasts. I pinch one nipple until she cries out, then soothe it with my tongue, alternating pain and softness until she’s gasping.
“Truth or dare?” I whisper.
She whimpers. “D-dare.”
“Hold still while I ruin you.”
I slide down, mouth finding her clit, tongue relentless, while my hand pins her hips to the mattress. She thrashes, moans, begs, but the belt keeps her restrained, the blindfold keeps her lost.
When she’s seconds from breaking, I pull back.
Her scream rips the air. “Please!”
I laugh darkly, licking her wet pussy from my lips. “You don’t beg yet. Not until I make you cry for it.”
I reach for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out the silver clamps. Her body stiffens as the cold metal grazes her skin.
“Relax,” I growl. “Or don’t. It’ll hurt more.”
One clamp bites down on her nipple, then the other, her strangled moan shooting straight to my cock.
I grab the chain between them and give it a slow tug, forcing her to arch. “Perfect. My little toy.”
Her legs quivered, wet with perspiration, and she was desperate. I press two fingers into her slick heat, curling them until she screams, body straining against the restraints.
“Say it,” I snarl, pumping harder. “Say who owns you.”
She shakes her head, defiance breaking through the haze.
I bared my teeth in a feral grin. “Wrong answer.”
I shove her legs wider, lining myself up, and slam into her in one brutal thrust, making the clamps rattle against her chest.
The pillow muffled her scream, but her body gives me the truth her mouth refuses. She’s mine.
And I’ll break her until she admits it.
Her body bows under me, bound and blindfolded, every inch straining against the belt biting her wrists. The clamps rattle when I thrust deeper, the chain digging into her chest.
She gasps, sobs, shakes her head, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. She never tells me to stop.
“God, look at you,” I growl, voice rough, lips at her ear. “You’re soaked. You’re trembling. And you’re still fighting me like you’ve got a choice.”
